Finding Her Inner Wolf

Long Night of Hell

This Chapter will have blood, gore, violence, subject matter that will not be pretty. Meaning if you can't handle it don't read.

After getting on my bike, I couldn't shake the feeling like someone was watching me. My senses heightened and felt as if I was being paranoid. I started Luna and headed for home. I almost laughed at myself thinking that someone was stalking me. Even though for the past couple of weeks there really hadn't been a day that I didn't have that feeling. My thoughts jumbled around my head for the entire drive. I was happy to see the turn and know that I was home. I pulled up in my usual spot near my tent and turned the bike off.

I dismounted Luna walked to my tent grabbed the cover and shook it to open it. Carefully placing the cover over her. I then walked over to the front of the tent and sat down on the cooler. I began unlacing my boots and prying them off. I was beat and was definitely ready for bed. I loosened the ties on my pants and unsnapped the bands. I opened the lid of the cooler and grabbed an iced tea drink that contained alcohol. I then crawled into my tent.

After laying down I shimmied out of my pants and top, and replaced them with shorts and a tank top. I opened my tea and brought it to my lips for a sip. I heard a rustling noise and became very alert. I grabbed my flashlight and taser to have a quick look around. I crawled out of my tent slipping on my boots, raising my flashlight and slowly sweeping it from side to side. The only sounds I heard were the crickets chirping and the cattle. My heart was racing. Was I being paranoid? I walked around for approximately five minutes. I started to see things, thought I saw someone trying to creep closer. One minute I would see the figure, the next I was considering that I was hallucinating from being exhausted.

I finally decided I just needed to get my butt to bed. I drug my feet back to my tent. I slid my boots off and crawled back inside. I laid down and reached over for the green journal, I figured I could thumb through a few entries before I crash. I slowly flipped to the next entry. I guess I hadn't realized how many entries I had skimmed over and had to read probably the most important entry yet.

My Dearest Sean,

Happy Birthday my baby boy! I am in awe of my handsome boy. January 1, 1980. You weighed 8 lbs 9 oz,, and 22 inches long. I'm not going to bore you with all the details, well at least not until you're older. Something to annoy you with when you're a teenager, have to have those embarrassing stories right? The whole pack was here celebrating the New Year when I went into labor. Right in the middle of Rockband showdown Men vs. Women. Everyone started cheering, Your father and I were in complete shock. It took us a few minutes to get our brains about us before flying to the hospital. There were times I wondered if the contractions were going to tear me apart. After 10 hours of hell we received our angel, you. This is a moment I will never forget. We have had many visitors. Family and friends. Even your grandfather came. He is still not friendly towards me, but the way he looked at you I don't think I he's ever looked so proud in years. I'm hoping we can now build a relationship together, because you need him as much as he needs you. I will write again. You are so loved and the pack is stronger with you here.

With All Our Love,

Mom and Dad

I sat there confused for a few minutes, "Pack? What the hell?" I had to repeatedly ask myself. The more I read the entries the confused I feel. I really need to find them, anyone. I kept rolling the words through my head wondering where they went, what happened, and why they left me behind. I tried relaxing and tossed the journal to the side, but no matter what I did I was unable to shake the feeling that was creeping up on me. There is someone around, and they're close. My mind flashed to the note "We'll be watching you." Who was "we" and were they going to watch me? I grabbed the flashlight again, and slowly unzipped the tent to peer out.

I watched for movement, but saw none. Slowly I crawled out and stood sweeping the flashlight slowly back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw someone moving. I raced my light to that spot to catch it. Unfortunately, I'm starting to think I need to get some medical help. There is nothing there. I start to chuckle at myself. "Lack of sleep and stress, I really need to sleep." I groaned, and crawled back into my tent. I slowly start to feel my eyelids heavy and waited for my dreams to take over.

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I'm frantic, I'm fighting, kicking, trying anything to get this threat above me off. I slowly open my eyes to see Andrew. He is drunk, he is FUBARD as far as I can tell and smell. I'm on my back pinned by his body straddling my own, using his rough hands to not only pin my hands above my head but gag my mouth shut. I have tears streaming down my face. I try pull some part of my body free, but as of yet I'm unsuccessful. He is just sitting there atop me glaring and smiling. His face gives me the fear that I won't make it alive from this situation. I continue to fight against his hold with every ounce of energy that I have. If tonight was going to be my last then I was going to make him work for what he wanted.

"Oh Sh-sh-shay, don't fa-fa-fi-fight me!" Andrew slurred his breath in my face. I wanted to puke.

I tried screaming, but it was muffled my his hand. This action only made him laugh. He then lowered his face closer.

"I know you want what I g-g-got, aaand you ga-going to likkkke it!" It seemed the more I struggled the he sobered. My eyes were wide with fear.

He pressed harder on my face and took the chance and managed to bite a finger. I could taste blood, and his hand flew up so he see the damage.

"OOOwwww! You stupid b***h! You'll pay for that!" He cursed loudly.

"Andrew get off of me now!" I screamed. I could feel my blood start to boil.

"I don't think sooo little girl, you're mine. I'll take what I want when I want." He laughed. I then saw the open hand swing at me, and felt the burn against my face. My vision blurred. I knew I was blacking out. My vision spun and everything went black. When I awoke, I was more afraid than ever. It felt as if my wrists and ankles were on fire. I was gagged. My breasts hurt, and my lower body felt as if I'd been beaten. Tears are streaming down my face. I know what he's doing. I feel every thrust, and hear his grunts.

I'm scared and feel that this will be my end. I feel like giving up and letting him do whatever he plans on doing. My eyes focus and I see his face. Andrew's eyes are bloodshot, and he has the dumbest look on his face. I keep wishing he would finish already. As if I'd been shot full of adrenaline, I decide that this is not how it ends. I have to fight, I have to get away!

"I will kill you, you realize this moron?" I manage to muffle through the gag.

"I'd love to see you get out of here. I'm not finished until I say I am" Andrew gasps between thrusts.

He pulls out quickly and tries flipping me onto my stomach. I fight against him. Tensing my body against his. He is getting more angry. He gives up on the idea and positions himself between my legs once again. He pulls on my body closing the distance between us. He rubs the head of his member against my ass. A muffled scream escaped my lips as he forced himself in. I was now angry! I let my anger go. I didn't want to allow myself to reach this point but there was no stopping it now! I felt my anger boil as he thrust and grunt himself to climax. Just as he finished and felt real proud of himself, I felt my body begin to crack.

I've never felt this before, it hurts like hell. Andrew jumped back from the sounds coming from my body. Fear began to creep into his body. I felt a smile adorn my face. I enjoyed his fear, but I was going to enjoy his pain even more. The more breaking of bones, the stronger I felt. I opened my eyes and saw silvery grey fur. I was surprised, yet excited to finally know my true form. To feel some sense of peace. Finally, one question answered. I felt a growl escape as I bit through the gag and flipped onto my paws. I felt the bindings snap, and I turned my attention to Andrew. I wanted nothing more than to tear him apart to feel the pain and fear he made me feel.

Andrew drunkenly cried and pleaded for his life flopped against the door of the tent. I almost smiled.

"Please, don't hurt me! Where she go? How did you get in here?" He was so confused. The scent of urine and feces filled my senses.

I had to smile ear to ear and laugh inside, this worthless meat sack who thinks himself so masculine was shitting himself like a baby. He bawled and begged. I growled and lunged at his foot. I bit hold of his boot and played with his sanity and emotions a bit growling and tugging at his foot. He squealed like a school girl. Andrew swung his arm to slap at me and I dodged and did a death roll as a gator would. I heard a "SNAP" followed by a death curdling scream. He curled up like a baby screaming and crying.

"Oh my god it's broke! It's broke!" Glaring at me. He fumbled with the zipper of the tent and started crawling out.

I sat on my haunches and yawned. This was actually boring. I should end him and be done with it. I laid down to crawl through the small opening that Andrew had left open. As my head came out the opening, I felt a thundering crack on my head. I thought my head would explode. I glanced up to see Andrew holding a thick broken branch. His eyes wide and his body tensed in fear. I growled deeply. He stumbled backwards a few steps before falling back onto the ground. I slowly inched my way out of the opening and then pounced atop him.

Andrew screamed and flailed his limbs. I growled and nipped at him. Landed a few bites on his hands and arms. The blood tasted as copper, and I couldn't deny I enjoyed it. A walking popcorn fart like this deserved worse, way worse. I'm sure I looked as if I was a child playing with her food. I leaned my head down opened my jaws and placed them around his neck. I put enough pressure on his sorry excuse to barely break the skin. He screamed and then went silent and limp. I let go and stepped back. I realized if I murdered him I would be just like my mother. I walked around in circles around him for several minutes before I made a decision.

I dragged him by a pant leg over the bumpiest path possible, over rocks and stumps, even a few dips then onto the gravel lane. He didn't wake once. Just as I suspected his truck was at the gate just off the highway. I left him propped against a tire, but not before I pissed and s**t all over him. I phased back into my human form a lot easier than I thought I would. I quickly ran back to my campsite crawled into my tent and smiled at what I had done. I reached for my phone and called 911.

"911 What's your emergency?" The operator spoke on the other end.

"Yes I need to report a rape. I live out George's land about a half mile down the lane. I don't know where Andrew went." Tears had started forming in my eyes thinking about what had happened.

"Ma'am I have police and medical on the way." She sounded concerned.

I answered every question she had. I kept looking out the door to make sure Andrew didn't come back. I was only minutes before help arrived. I was pale and shook like a twig. I was bombarded with questions and EMT'S. I was loaded into the ambulance as an officer stayed behind and continued to gather evidence. One officer rode with me, while another followed behind in a cruiser. As we made our way up the lane I wondered if Andrew had still been there when they had arrived. Part of my question was answered when I saw another ambulance and cruiser were at the gate. I was still being asked questions as well as having injuries assessed and stats taken. I heard the officer and the driver snicker and make a few remarks which made me smile.

"Poor stupid bastard. He stunk so damn bad I thought I would puke." The officer snickered.

"He looked like he'd been attacked by an animal." The driver sounded concerned.

"Yeah, those looked pretty nasty. Guess we'll find out." The officer's voice lowered.

After that the ride was pretty quiet. When the ambulance came to a complete stop I knew I was in for a long night. The doors opened and I was pulled out on the stretcher.